Ben
I was standing out on the street watching the building where the Devil and Reaper of Hell's Kitchen were hold up with Vladimir. I looked over to see the group of reporters standing in front of there camera's reporting on the ongoing story.
"You see that, old timer? That you not mattering anymore." Blake said to me as he pointed to the reporters.
"Television has been around a while. Maybe you've heard." I reminded him.
"A funny guy." His partner said as he tried to taunt me.
"Yeah, a real crack up," Blake responded. "Hows it feels, Ulrich, knowing your time has passed. Your time is over."
"I still got a few goods stroys left in me. Murphy, you know what maybe you'll end up in one of them." I told him knowing damn right that he was involved in this mess.
"Nights young, never know what might happen," Blake said as I walked away from him.
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The Devil's Moon (Finished)
FanfictionI left Hell's Kitchen and everyone when I was eighteen and never looked back. I never thought much about that shit hole I called home. I moved as far away from them as I could. All the way to California. I went to L.A. with the hopes of being a big...
